Blog #687: He Pushed. I Flew.

I spent two hours ziplining
through the rainforest this week.

I had ziplined only once before.
25+ years ago.

And it terrified me.

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I confronted my fear.

I ziplined again.

This zipline course had 4x more platforms than my first experience. Each zipline flying over the dense jungle was a far greater distance than my first time. Each platform seemed football fields away from the next.

As I pulled up my harness and put on the zipline gear…
The fear I felt the first time grew again in my head.

I remembered big.

My legs became weak and shaky.
My brain and body turned numb.

I humbly share that I fearfully climbed the course’s first set of stairs.

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On Platform #1…

I asked the guy securing my line to the cable to push me off the platform.

I needed the push to unstick my frozen feet.
And paralyzed brain.

So he pushed.
And I flew.

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The dozen other platforms that followed #1…

I pushed myself.

Around Platform #6…
I became fearless.

I chose to fly.

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Living afraid is a choice.

Live with the consequences of that choice…
Only if you are satisfied with living with those consequences.

We don’t need to live being afraid.
We don’t need to live looking through Fear’s glasses.

So let’s not.

May you live what you want to live.
May you love what you want to love.
May you heal what you want to heal.
May you change what you want to change.

I root for you.

And I fly with you.

S.

Note: I am still in Central America. Please know that if you have responded to a blog in the past two weeks and I have not written back yet…I will soon. I appreciate you.

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